Chapter 38: The Mirror-Shattering Pill

"I think the weather outside is lovely right now; let's go out for a stroll and catch the sea breeze." She intentionally pulled Yan Lu away, brushing against Zhang Yingjie's shoulder as she passed.

Thinking of how that man always dressed in black, white, or gray—even his ties were dark-colored—Ye Zhenzhen decided she might as well just buy that purple tie.

"You—hmpf! Just you wait!" Seeing Cong Xi and the others approaching, the group grew flustered, scrambling backward in a panic before rushing away.

This was a perfectly ordinary sentence, but as it reached my ears, it felt like a thunderclap in a clear sky. A chill ran through my entire body, and my mind began to buzz.

"It is truly not with me," Cong Xi said, gathering a force of lightning in her palm and striking Xiang Xinglan on the arm.

Before Jing Yuan departed, he glanced at Chu Xia. Chu Xia naturally understood the meaning behind his look and gave a slight nod to indicate she understood.

He called over a few maids, gave some instructions, and left. Sounds of conversation filled the air—some boisterous, some drinking and playing finger-guessing games—all echoing with the hearty, uninhibited spirit of wandering knights.

"You are not yet the Great Consort. If you repeat the incident with Qing Kedu again, I will settle all old and new scores together! Now, you may leave!" Yelu Sun said impatiently.

Among those people, aside from Ruan Xiyan, the one who caught her by surprise was Ping Qingqiu, the secondary consort whom Prince Ying Ning had married over a year ago.

Xie Yixin was a light sleeper and had already heard the noise, but she did not want to open her eyes. However, since Brother Jun had already entered, she could no longer pretend to be asleep.

Xie Yixin did not want to argue with her, so she turned and walked back into the inner room, followed by An Hong and An Qing.

When Nangong Ming appeared before Inala again, there was not a single trace left on his hands.

Sun Wukong was formidable, but after being suppressed by the Buddha for five hundred years, most of his cultivation had been eroded; he was helpless against such a naturally gifted supernatural power.

Though her lips claimed she did not want him to come looking for her, in her heart, she was desperate for him to come, to explain clearly that everything was not as she had thought and that she had misunderstood him.

In truth, Lin Feng knew clearly that his mother had no powerful background to assist the Emperor of Xuanwu, and given her low birth, she was likely the Emperor's lifelong shame.

Ji Xiyan appeared silently behind Chu Aotian. Watching his firm, raised buttocks clad only in a flashy pair of tight briefs, she felt a wave of desire; she gulped and suddenly pounced on him.

Seeing Red Boy looking anxious, Wang Yan slapped him on the backside. It was a heavy blow, and a hand-shaped red mark immediately appeared on Red Boy's fair, tender skin.

"Third Uncle, I personally heard Gu Yan and Situ Yi say this back then, and there were many others nearby. Do you think those people might have sent others to follow us?" asked the young nobleman, Zhang Heng.

The garment was a pale cyan, made of high-quality material—light and soft, it must have been very comfortable to wear—yet